Kiss my feet

Handwritten page of a diary dated January 11, 2003

heavy blizzard, so he agreed to go to the Textile Museum with me.

The knitted feet freaked him out! Which led to a discussion, with me learning something new about him. He says he’ll barely even touch one of his own feet, much less anyone else’s.

Weird. I mean 25 percent of the bones in the human body are in the feet. A foot is a solidly engineered wonder.

I wrote a poem and stuck it in his jacket pocket

Roses are red
Violets are blue.
It would be sweet
If you’d kiss my feet.

I think it will be fun to see if he ever calls me back.


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